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He laughs. Opening the drawer beside me, he pulls out a tube of lube. He hands me the plug. “Hold this for me.”
“No,” I say. “Do it yourself if you’re so determined.”
He raises one eyebrow to the sky.
It’s enough of a warning to make me reach my hand out, taking the cold glass plug from him. The little handle is a rose, reminding me of the Beauty and the Beast story.
Only I don’t think the Beast ever stuck a rose up Belle’s ass.
I hold it, feeling its weight in my palm. I stare at its size, comparing it to my tight hole as he lubes it up.
“This seems… big.”
His tone is stern, reprimanding. “Big enough to remind you to be good.”
I gulp. Hard.
He tugs my leggings down over my hips, pulling them down past my knees. He slips a hand between my thighs, spreading my legs. It’s difficult, trying to widen my stance with the tight spandex leggings digging into my flesh.
He nods at the plug. “Hand that to me.”
I give him the plug.
“Now bend over and grab those pretty ass cheeks and spread them for me.”
God. The humiliation. I take a deep breath, reaching behind me. I grab one cheek in each hand, pulling them apart. It’s literally the most humiliating thing he’s ever made me do.
I’d love this mirror if I was doing my makeup or something but right now, the massive wall-to-wall reflection only serves to deepen my humiliation. I have to watch myself spreading my own ass cheeks. I observe his every movement, unable to get away from his punishment.
His hands are warm, the lubed plug cold as he pushes the tip of it in the center of my asshole. He pushes it forward. My palms go damp, slipping against the counter. My head falls forward, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I feel the intense, strange sensation of him pushing the first half of the plug past my tight ring of asshole muscles.
“Uhn…” A strange sound escapes me as my ass works against the plug, pushing out before letting it enter a little bit further.
He rubs my back, relaxing me as he gently pushes.
As always, in the end, he gets his way.
The plug is all the way inside me. My ass feels impossibly full and tight, stretching and burning with the plug inside it. There’s a weight to the plug, heavy and strange in my ass as I move.
He pulls my pants back up, letting the thick elastic waistband snap back into place, stinging my lower back. He pats my ass over the plug. “Your little reminder. If you even think about running, I want you to squeeze your ass cheeks together and know it’s my plug filling your ass.”
The heavy weight of the plug does strange things to me, making me feel horny, and weird, and…
Small. Submissive. Sweet.
“Come here, baby.” He opens his arms to me. I lay my cheek against his chest, folding myself up against him. He wraps his arms tight around me. “We’ve got something important to take care of.”
I pull away, staring up at him. “Oh lord. I don’t think my body can take any more!”
He gives a chuckle. “Not that.” He reaches for my hand. “Come with me.”
It’s never a dull moment with a Bachman man, is it? Beckett has endless surprises up his sleeve. Where is he taking me now?
Chapter Twenty
Rhett
I step into Daughtry’s clothing store, intimidated by the racks of beautiful clothing that surround me. I feel very underdressed in my tee and leggings. The pretty plug in my ass is the fanciest thing I’m wearing.
